Ok, after this my story became very boring to me, so I'm trying to rework it, so if I don't update soon, it's either one that or two it's because i'm in Disneyland. Anyways.

Tears in a Bottle: I'm mean, I'm very sorry. So here it is. Ya Spot is a cutie. In every single way! Thank you! I have a biggest fan! I never heard that I'm a good writer. Dancer yes, but writer, oo yeah! I'm glad. And I'm glad that I did Joise good, in that last chapter!

cbs3: I think it is a California thing. Our maybe just our thing. I find it annoying and sometimes embrassing, like today I went into work, and what accent do I have. Some accent from Texas or from the South somewhere. I'm so glad I'm no longer the only one. I'm glad you like the name FC. I had toruble trying to think of names because I don't want to make one and have it be the same as another person's. you know? Thank you for putting me on your favs. And thank you for reviewing, I'm very happy.

Chapter 17: Can I have your word?

The window was open. It was opened, she was gone and they noticed the sun starting to set.

"Jon, where is the rest of the gang?" Nathan asked.

"We're all spread out around the city." Jon answered.

"Ok. Spot, where is the closest thing of water around here?"

"The Brooklyn Bridge and the Brooklyn docks."

"Ok." Nathan said. And he ran out of the room.

"Nathan, where are you going?" Jon asked him before he left the apartment.

"Jon, Jenna loves the water. She goes there to think about things. Anything."

"Would she try and" Green paused not knowing how to ask. "Well you know, drown herself?"

"Right now. I have no clue what she's up to." Nathan said honestly. "Come on, she's at either of those places. We have to find her before it gets dark and before anyone else does. Can you guys show me where they are?" Nathan asked the newsies mostly looking at Spot.

"Follow me." Spot said and they all ran out of the apartment following him. Spot was hoping that she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Near the World distribution center

A man was hidden the alleyway waiting for a report from one of his men. He couldn't help but think of different ways he was going to do this. He wanted to watch her die slow and painfully. He didn't know what he was going to do quite yet but he knew one thing. He wanted to have his fun with her. The fun that his dad never got to experience and the fun that meant her losing her innocence all together.

"Boss." He heard Josh say.

"What is it?"

"He found her. She lives in an apartment not to far from here. But they don't know where she is. They just left to go find her."

"Good. Go get the men together. Find her before they do. You'll know where I'll be." Josh started to walk away. "O and Josh. Don't come back unless you have her."

"Yes Boss." he said and walked away. He walked for about a couple minutes, until he knew he would be out of hearing range from his Boss. "God damnit Jon. Why did you have to get on his bad side!" He didn't exactly agree with what McClaire was doing because he knew for a fact she didn't kill his father. But he knew it wasn't wise to speak out against him. He didn't know Jenna personally but he didn't wish for any harm like the kind McClaire was thinking for her. He could only stall time, he knew that, but he would eventually have to find her and bring her to him.

Near the Brooklyn Bridge

"Are we going to be there soon?" Jon asked.

"Almost there." Spot said. It was almost dark which was a bad sign. Because if they couldn't find her they would have to wait till morning to her find her if she did do something stupid or not.

"Jon!" they heard someone yell. They saw him. "What are you doing?" he asked. Jon was the the front of the group now.

"Josh, o nothing. Just you know looking around." Jon said nervously with a smile.

"Really. Nathan what are you doing here?" Now looking at Nathan.

"O just visiting some old friends." Nathan said pointing the newsies.

"Really, I wasn't aware you had friends out here."

"O ya. For a long time."

"Like I said before what are you doing?" he said pulling out his gun and pointing it towards them. "Hands up and you better tell me." Josh said. They all listened to him but the telling him was a different story.

"We don't want any trouble." Nathan said.

"Neither do I. That's why you guys are going to talk." Josh said.

"Fine, we know you're after her Josh. But if you think we're going to tell you where she is, your wrong." Nathan said.

"Well finding out where she lives isn't a problem. Jon already led me to her."

"What?" Jon said.

"McClaire didn't think you were up to it, so he had me follow you. I know where she lives and I know you guys are looking for her." They were all shocked to hear what he said.

"Shit." Jon said under his breath. Josh looked at him.

"But lucky for you. I don't exactly agree with McClaire either." he said putting away his gun. "I want to help."

Somewhere near water

She looked into the water, wishing that it could just cover her like blanket and everything would be ok. She watched as the saw the miniature waves form on the water top. She didn't know what to do. Out of everything that happened, this was the one time she didn't know what to do. She saw the last rays of the sun playing peek a bo with the water and it laid itself down for the night.

She just sat there. Staring at the water, being hypnotized by the movement of the water. She noticed that every seventh wave it was bigger than the previous six. She thought about her childhood. Playing with Brian, Zachary and Sheamus. Brian was her older brother by five years. The one she went to for advice. He was smart, loved to read and was shy. He had no problem with girls not liking him because all the girls swooned at him but his shyness prevented him only getting to know two. Zachary, What else could she say about him. He was older than her three years. He loved the girls. Always chasing the skirt into the barn. If you wanted fun you went to him. But he also had his ego. The one who thought he owned everything. Sheamus. He was older than her by one year and two months. And he always made sure she knew. Together they got into a lot of mischief. She was close to him, but followed in Zachary's foot steps. They only thing was he had met the one he knew he would spend his life with. She could tell he loved her and would do only thing for her.

You could easily tell they were siblings. They all blonde hair and you could tell that they were siblings. Her brothers looked just like their dad and she looked just like her mom. The boys all had green eyes just like their mother and she had the blue eyes of her father. She always like being slightly different from her brothers. It made her feel special.

"You guys I'm so sorry. None of this should have happened. It's all my fault that you can't live out the rest of your lives. It would have been so much easier if you had just let me go with him. But you guys I'm scared. I have no one to run to. I don't know what to do anymore." She leaned her head against the post that stood next to her as she sat over the water. "I wish none of this had happened. Your lives probably would have been better without me. I was always holding all of you back from what you wanted to do." She just sat there for a moment looking at the water. "Can you guys just tell me what to do? It would be so much simpler. I don't want anyone to get hurt here. I like everyone here, they're actually friends to me. Including Spot. I would have never thought in a million years that he would have the slightest interest in someone like me. I mean come on, it's me! You guys. I just need any help you can give me. I know I have no right to ask you. But I want to make things right in this world." She leaned her head against the post she had her arm wrapped around. She closed her eyes listening to the water. Listening to what it told her to told. Listening for an answer from her family. She heard footsteps. The footsteps that so many time had haunted her dreams. She kept her eyes closed. The outline of the body she saw in her mind looked just like the man that haunted her life. But instead of seeing the face of McClaire, she saw his son. His son. The one who came to haunt her new life. He held a gun pointing it right at her. She could see down the barrel. The darkness that was in the gun held the darkness that was now suppose to be her life. She then felt a pair of hands wrap her waist from the back. She snapped back to reality because those hands weren't from her imagination but they were real. Someone pulled her off the bridge railing.

"Jenna!" she heard Nathan said as he pulled her away from the edge. "What were you thinking, sitting on the railing, you could have fallen in!"

"I wouldn't have." she said calmly. She looked back at him. Nathan knew there was something different about her. She didn't look scared like she use to. She wasn't trying to be tough but she looked like she knew something.

"Accent why did you leave?" Spot asked walking over to her. She looked at him. Her face was soft, but her eyes told him that she had to do something, something he wouldn't agree with. She took his hand and walked away from the group a little ways.

"Spot, I need to know you aren't going to stop me."

"Stop you from what?" he said as he looked her in the eyes.

"From what I'm about to do."

"Can you tell me, Accent?" he said. He looked down at the hand he still hand. The hand which her claddagh ring was on. He wanted to make that ring face it the other way but hearing her talk, he didn't know if he would get that chance anymore. He looked at her. She dropped her hand from his. She turned around to look at the water once more.

"Spot, I'm going to kill him."

"Accent." she turned around.

"No. Spot I need to know you aren't going to talk me out of it." She looked at him but he looked at the ground. "Spot remember during the strike, how you guys never gave up to Pulitzer. Remember how you guys stood your ground even when Jack traded sides. Spot." She placed her hand on his cheek so he would look at her. He raised his eyes, but his hands remained on the belt loops of his pants. "It's kinda like the same thing. I have to fight back if I want to win. Unfortunately, killing him is the only way he's going to stop." She took her hand away.

"Why are you telling me this? Why aren't you telling Nathan or Jon? Why are you telling me?" he asked her, remaining calm the whole time. She smiled.

"Because I always talk first to the one who is important in my life." He looked at her questionably. "Spot, right now you're one person I can trust, you're the one person that means a lot to me. Spot the time we have spent together has been rare in my life. I mean... Spot I like you. A lot like you. The kiss we shared was special to me. Running away isn't a option because I wouldn't have my time with you. But the only way I might is if McClaire is gone. Because there are risks for me, I need to know you aren't going to try and talk me out of it. Can have your word on that?" He was silent for a moment. He knew she was right. If she ran, when would he see her next? If she fought she could either kill him or be killed herself.

"Alright. I'll give you my word. But if there's any sign that your life is threatened, I'm helping." He knew could tell she wanted to do the task alone. It was her task but he didn't want to lose her. "And I'm not budging on that."

"Alright. Fine." she was smiling. "Thanks Spot." she said and wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a huge. She had to stand on her toes and he had to bend down a little. But they fitted together. LIke a glove fitting to a hand. They pulled away. "I guess I better tell the others." she said looking at the group they left behind. "Nathan and Jon aren't going to be too crazy about my idea. They want me to run." He grabbed her hand and she looked back to him.

"Don't worry. I'll be right here." He gave her a squeeze for comfort. She smiled back at him. And they walked back to the group, hand in hand, just the way they left.